Story Time with the Sonic Cast - Episode 2: A Doll and A Dart (Pixiv Fanbox)

The fancy, catchy music from before kicked in once again as our guests were shown the spotlight and the audience clapped for the return from commercial break.

“Alrighty then,” Donovan addressed the camera. “This special keeps on rolling and it’s not going to show any signs of stopping for a while. Let’s move on to our next question then, eh?”

“These have been fun to listen to so far,” Manic grinned as he leaned back in his chair. His two other brothers shot a cold glare at him.

He wouldn’t be laughing for too long though.

“Our next question comes from Ashertye. He asks of Manic; "What's the oddest position you’ve ever had to get out of?”

Manic’s eyes widened and a blush spread across his face. His brothers were suddenly the ones giggling now. He had to narrow his eyes at them a bit but cleared his throat and forced himself to at least try and keep his cool.

“Well, Jerry–” Manic began.

“You know my name is Donovan,” Donovan said, narrowing his eyes at him. “Don’t be cute with me or it’s a spanking right here on stage.”

Manic shot up at attention, face drenched in sweat. “Y-Y-Yes sir! Sorry master sir! I-I’ll t-tell the story correctly then. Of course!”

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Tale #3: Manic Sized Doll

Inspired by AsherTye

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The True Companion Doll Factory was going to be the surprise score of the year for Manic.

Normally, he was usually the street thief type. He’d keep to the shadows. He’d pickpocket people. He’d wander into stores at night to raid the fridge and the cash register and then hang out alone in a motel later. It was an awesome life.

Of course, there were times where things would be too close for comfort. He recently got into a situation where it was either him or the duffle bag of money he’d stolen and unfortunately for those leafy greens, his green hide was the color of money as well and far more valuable.

He had to leave it and it was likely confiscated and dealt with. It was better in his hands then some corrupt law enforcer but that wasn’t his concern. He needed money and fast. It was going to rain tonight and the only decent hotel for miles charged a fee that he didn’t have on him at the moment.

A big enough score was going to do wonders for him though and here it was. He was at a Doll Factory known as “True Companion”. It’s called that because they make dolls the size of actual animal people. If you buy one, you can treat it like an actual companion. Or make out with it. Whichever came first.

Because they had a reputation for being so incredibly life-like, however, they were priced pretty high. Usually you could only get one if you had some serious cash to burn on a good month or if you were stupid rich. One special one in particular was being made of a pop idol named Hatsune Miku. A girl that he totally didn’t have pairs of underwear dawning her face on them. No sir.

Looking through the binoculars at the doll on display, Manic grinned to himself. “Sorry Miku. You’re going to fetch a pretty good price at the underworld market for me today. I’ll make it up to you by buying two copies of your next single.”

Manic zipped over to the building and easily lifted the window to jump inside.

Immediately the alarm went off.

Manic was stunned, certain he didn’t trip anything, but then took a closer look back and realized that the window had a mechanism seen only from the inside that activated when opened. Clever jerks!

He heard footsteps headed his way and panicked. He did the only thing he could think of. He seized up and fell to the ground with a smile on his face, sticking straight out.

“Hey! A dollie I’ve never seen before!” The sound of a girl rang into his ear. “Can I keep THIS one then, daddy?”

—

Manic was trying so hard not to blink. He was blushing too but she apparently just thought it was a feature of his design.

Yes, that little girl was apparently the rich daughter of the owner of the factory. She wanted the Hatsune Miku doll but it was too valuable to just give away like that. However, an unrecognizable doll like him? Easy pickings.

Manic was grabbed by the little girl and carried like a baby with his head over her shoulder to her home. He didn’t protest, hearing all this news by the conversation she and her daddy were having and getting it into his head that he could just rob them blind instead.

However, she was too smitten with him. Right now they were playing dress up and Manic had to seriously lay there as she removed his clothes…!

“Hmm… wow! Cute undies! You’re a Hatsune Miku fan!” She exclaimed with delight when she shimmied his briefs off his butt and stretched them out.

Manic’s eye twitched but he kept staring at the ceiling and blushing.

She glanced down at him again. “Whoa. Is that your pee pee? Weird. I thought they’d gotten me a girl one by mistake. I almost didn’t see it.”

Manic tried his best not to scream at her for that comment.

“Alright. More dress up!”

She raised his legs and shimmied a pair of Dora the Explorer panties onto his butt. She also took off his vest and medallion and got him into a floofy pink dress.

“More Tea Missy Sissy Green?” She asked, holding out a cup of actual steaming hot herbal tea towards him.

Manic said nothing but fidgeted a little but when the hot cup was put to his mug. She dribbled it down his face and it spilled all over his chest and lap!

Steam rose up from him and his eyes crossed. The muffled sounds of pain were ignored as she kept talking to him about her day and how much fun they were going to have.

“Oh my! You’ve made a mess! Bad girl!” She said, violently grabbing him and flinging him down over the table. With his panty clad butt sticking out Manic had no choice but to accept the spanking she gave him. The doll’s butt bounced with each hit.

He clamped his mouth shut, making dopey faces of pain and embarrassment as the spanks sizzled through his body and soul. This was the most embarrassing thing he could recall ever happening to him.

“For wetting yourself like that, you needs a diaper!” She exclaimed, yanking him back and then tossing him onto the floor.

A diaper?! What the hell–?!

Manic found his wet panties removed and a unicorn themed diaper was produced from an old box. She apparently was given allowance to have those to put on to her dolls as punishment.

It went on Manic’s butt next, following a pacifier being shoved into his mouth.

“There! Now I’m gonna go get you some mittens…!” She said, excitedly rushing off.

When she left the room, Manic shot up and let out a rough scream into the pacifier in his mouth. The pain was unbearable but he couldn’t let it all go just yet.

Quickly, he began to baby crawl around the room, searching for something of value to take.

He didn’t get very far as the door swung open a few minutes later. Manic yelped and jumped to his feet by mistake before turning around and spotting the father standing next to her daughter.

She hid behind her dad’s pants leg as he approached Manic with a taser in hand.

“I knew it!” He snapped. “There was no doll like you in the database and no reason for you to be laying there earlier. I’m glad I left the monitoring camera on in her room.”

Crap! The jig was up the instant he sat up like a normal person then!

There was only one thing left to do. He had to try and explain himself.

He took the pacifier out of his mouth and held his hands forward.

“Wait! This is all a big misund–!” Manic didn’t even get to finish before the man shot him with the taser!

Manic’s eyes spun and crossed into each other as his words jittered in his mouth. He spasmed and jerked in the position he was in before falling over and hitting the ground hard. He continued to hump and jerk about on the floor as the electricity flowed through him…

The diaper he had on began to overflow with an actual bladder failure.

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In his jail cell, Manic gripped the bars while standing in just his Hatsune Miku briefs. This was a far cry from a hotel but it was better than that little girl's house.

“Nice undies dork!”

“Are you a fan!”

“Such a cute whittle sissy!”

Laughter rang up from the people in the other cells that managed to spot him walking in and could still see him.

Manic blushed and made a very disgruntled, annoyed face.

“Yeah, whatever,” He said. “I don’t even like her. She’s whatever. I just wear these to mock her.”

It was an obvious lie… but too bad for him his cellmate was an idiot.

“WHAT?!” A huge, towering walrus with huge muscles cracked his knuckles. Manic turned around with wide eyes and looked up at him. “And here I thought you was a fan!”

He pulled his sleeve down to reveal a Hatsune Miku tattoo on one of his large, large muscles.

Manic sweated profusely and gulped as this man’s shadow loomed over him.

“Time to show you what a true fan does for the honor of a sweet, wonderful performer like Ms. Miku~!”

Manic’s undies felt warm and wet again.

He didn’t have to figure out why before he was yanked into a fight cloud and the screams of pain he let out were heard echoing throughout the jail…!

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Tale #3: End

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Manic had his hands in his face, blushing relentlessly as he finished his tale.

“I… seriously don’t know how all that could have happened,” Manic whined, teary eyed. “Oh Hatsune Miku, I should have known I’d be punished for denying being a fan…!”

“THAT’S his take away from that encounter?” Amy asked, an eyebrow raised. “How about ‘Don’t steal from little girls?”.

“Sonic’s family is crazy,” Shadow said. “This doesn’t surprise me.”

Whisper turned to glance at him. “There are certain situations where misunderstandings can lead to unfortunate situations occurring… I suppose. Not that I condone his behavior.”

Manic curled up on the couch as his two brothers laughed and pointed at him.

As much as Donovan enjoyed seeing that, his attention was focused on Whisper at this juncture.

“Do you speak from experience?” He asked her.

Whisper didn’t answer, keeping her mask on.

“Well hey this next question is for you then,” Donovan added. “From EUF-Dreamer, “We know you work alone most of the time but you have been seen working with some people. There has to be some horrible matchups. Any team ups you really haven't enjoyed?”

Whisper remained quiet for a bit before tugging down her mask.

“Speaking of unfortunate situations…” Whisper sighed.

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Tale #4: Whisper Season, Duck Season

Inspired by EUF-Dreamer

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Whisper peered her head down from the building she stood on the roof of and had her target in her sights. It was a clean shot at the person walking out of the office building that day. The man was Clutch the Opossum and his business swagger was especially daunting today.

Whisper had been hired to fire a tranquilizer dart at this man’s neck under the orders of an anonymous tip from the Restoration. She was the only available Diamond Cutter to accept the mission. It seemed like a strange request but it wasn’t often you saw Clutch just wandering out in public like this. He was the leader of an underground crime rig after all.

Most likely, he didn’t expect anyone to be on his tail and that’s why he was being so free here. Well, that was a huge mistake.

Whisper had her hand on the trigger when–!

“Boom! Hello!” A brazen, loud duck poked his head out from under her cloak.

Whisper yelped and shivered like she had a worm crawling under her and flailed about. Her shot fired off and missed Clutch completely before bouncing off the street lamp across the street, hitting the billboard behind her, and jabbed into her butt when it came back.

Whisper’s eyes widened and she instantly felt wobbly and weird.

She turned to look at the person who scared her and caught sight of a green duck in a weird rainbowy dress shirt and khakis. He smiled and waved at her as her vision blurred and she fell forward… off the roof.

“Whoops! I gotcha!” She heard him say and felt him grab the back of her pants.

RIP~!

It didn’t work. He grabbed her backside with enough force to keep her pants up but her body plummeted and slammed into the dumpster below her.

Clutch left the area, none the wiser, while Whisper’s panty clad butt with their cute teddy bear designs on them, stuck out of it.

It took a bit of a smack to the face and some surprise CPR but Whisper did wake up. She coughed and looked up frantically before seeing the face of the green duck before her.

“Hello! I’m Bean! I’m here to–!” He began before she shot to her feet and pressed the end of her laser wispon into his mouth. “MmmMMMmrmGFhGJmngh~!”

“I don’t care who you are! You just made me lose sight of my mark!” Whisper snapped.

Bean raised his hands and started to do sign language. Whisper was confused by the action and plucked her weapon out of his mouth.

“I know where Mr. Golden Tooth went actually~!” Bean said with an air of delight in his voice. “I’m tailing him too. Taking him out will increase my team's ability to be ultra mega awesome and get all the dough you know?”

“If that’s true then why didn’t you follow after him?” Whisper asked.

“Why are you yelling at me in a whisper? That’s kind of weird,” Bean asked, tilting his head.

“I’m not–! Ugh…” Whisper looked to the side. “Why is it so breezy?”

“Probably cause you lost your pants!” Bean exclaimed, standing up and posing with Whisper’s ripped pants on his person. He put the remains of them over his own which made them look extra tight.

Whisper gasped and then looked down at herself. She was feeling a draft from standing in a public alley in her underwear.

“EEP!” She yelped and turned around.

“Oh hey! You’re still a dart butt!” Bean exclaimed, noticing the weapon still lodged in her bottom. “Let me get that for you!”

He plucked it out and it elicited a sharp wail from Whisper, who wiggled her butt about and rubbed her bottom in pain with teary eyes. She then snarled and clenched her fists as she faced the smiling duck.

“There! All bet–HURK!” She grabbed him by the throat before he could finish and put down her mask.

“We’re going after him. When we do, you’re going to be my distraction. Understood?”

“Bean nodded vigorously, not wanting to upset the scary lady in her embarrassing undies,” Bean’s voice said somehow despite his mouth being covered, narrating his own narration. Somehow.

Whisper didn’t even have time to be confused by this action. She was on a time crunch.

It took about 10 minutes to catch up to where Clutch was. The two of them hid behind a car as he made his way towards a warehouse. Whisper turned towards Bean and demanded to know what method he planned on using to take him down. Bean responded by pulling out a cartoonishly large bomb.

“Good,” Whisper nodded. “Head on over and knock at the door. I’ll put him in my crosshairs…!” Whisper demanded.

“Yuppa roonie Ms. Scary Lady!” Bean saluted and marched his way over, dressed as a girl scout. Perhaps he was trying to pretend to sell him cookies? Where he got the uniform, she had no clue.

Whatever.

When Bean knocked on the door and it opened, she watched the action through her scope.

She saw him talking to Clutch when he answered… then saw him point directly towards her! Wait, what?!

Both Clutch and Bean then smiled and waved at her before they started counting down on their fingers.

Did Clutch already know she was here?! What on Earth were they counting down?! What was that annoying hissing sound?!

Whisper pulled her mask up to look around and then looked under her butt to see a large lit fuse on a black bomb.

Whisper’s face fell.

Then an explosion happened.

Clutch and Bean watched with delight as Whisper soared through the air and landed hard right between them.

“Hello again Miss!” Bean said.

“HewooOOo~!” Whisper greeted, standing up on wobbly feet, eyes rolling and gaps in her teeth. Her clothes were pretty much gone aside from the top part covering her breasts, barely. Her undies somehow still seemed to be perfectly intact though. Those were some tough teddy undies.

“I actually was hired by Clutch to draw out one of the resistance members by sending them an anonymous tip,” Bean said. “Glad you answered. Here’s your gift.”

He cranked a little box he had in his hands and set it in between her legs.

“Oh boy~! I wike gifts~!” Whisper drooled, sounding incredibly derpy and stupid.

When the crank was done, a boxing glove on a spring shot out and rammed a punch in between Whisper’s legs!

“WHOOOOOOGUH!” She lurched forward, making a stupid cross-eyed face with her mouth in the shape of an “0” and her vision blurred more and more. She grabbed herself before falling over onto her face with her butt sticking out.

“Now then, to see if my latest “Excitement Serum” works…” Clutch said, firing a dart into her butt from a tiny gun in his hand.

Whisper’s tongue flopped out the side of her mouth and she began panting while humping up and down on the ground.

“Oh… she’s definitely excited…” Clutch said. “Selling this on the black market is going to render aphrodisiacs obsolete.”

“I’d say that’s a success! Money now!” Bean held out his hand.

“Yes, yes, come inside and we’ll discuss the particulars… I’m going to need that one off of my property though.” Clutch said, pointing to the panting Whisper that was in the middle of wiggling her butt around while swooning and drooling with lust for something she couldn’t identify.

“Gotcha covered!” Bean saluted again and took out a golf club.

He aimed it at her butt, did a little hip swivel, blew on her butt cheeks and wiped them down so that they had a nice sheen to them, then clubbed her butt far, far away from the facility.

Over by a cafe, the people enjoying their morning coffee would get a surprise when a panty clad, cross-eyed, drooling, lusty wolf girl would slam against their window while spasming and jerking against it, clearly heated with excitement.

The pictures taken that day were of a very happy Whisper but only due to the brain derping that came as a result of that strange team up with that weird ass duck.

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Tale #4: End

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Whisper was leering at Donovan, steam rising from her blushing face as she finished recalling the incident.

“This was a mistake,” She said. “Coming on here was a mistake.”

“I apologize but the contract has already been signed, miss…” Donovan chuckled, a bit nervous.

Amy patted her back. “Hey now… at least…”

She stopped. She should have thought up a positive angle before speaking…

She didn’t.

“We should move along,” Donovan quickly interjected. “We’ll take another break but be sure to catch up with us again as we explore another set of tales from our guests~!”

The audience applauded as we faded out for the next intermission.

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Two more tales of woe from the thief and the sniper. Neither of them were particularly good at their jobs this time but which tale did you like the most? Tell me~! I’ll see you next time!